Crimson paint is splashed across the crisp, clean fabric of a nation’s flag – the last works of a man before being tied to a cross and shot – the dripping of wet paint as red as the blood that flows through veins paints its picture without words, and as the canvas dries, the pumping of the blood throughout the body slows, until it eventually stops.
Tag poetry
Painted Rainbow
The faintest of rainbows
Is painted across the sky –
Gentle reminder that a
Higher power is in
Control, we are never
Left alone
It is Done
When our lives are taken
Heart stops beating
Mind stops thinking
Nerves stop feeling
It is done
Eternal Home
My heart feels heavy
For lives that can be taken
So easily
My heart feels the pain
Questioning why we are born
Only to die alone
I question, I ask, I pray
And the only whisper I receive
Is to trust not in this world
But in an eternal one to come
Solace in Dreams
I close my eyes inviting the dream world to claim me for its own and pray that I will be transported to a land of freedom and peace and joy and that tomorrow I may have rest
To Change (or Not)
The battle between comfort or change
Is simply won – if the comfort is too comfortable
Than to risk being more uncomfortable, it wins.
However, if the comfort is slightly more uncomfortable
Than a comfort zone ought to be, it loses.
And it is really is as simple as that.
Reaching for the Sky
I feel the fear and acknowledge it
For it is felt within my mind and heart
Days will come, and time will pass
I will be led to where my soul
Would lead me to, and I know
That all will be well, closing my
Eyes, I reach for the sky
Our Essence
Nothing matters
After this life has passed
Choices, choosing, living, crying
We are rushing to that moment
One moment when the cord of life
Is snapped and all that we are
Here and now, all that we know
Will be wiped away
Leaving our flesh as dust
And the life we lived
As memories in those that remain
Perspective
My heart beats
Keeping me tied
To earthly binds
Until the instant
It stops and all
The strife and toil
Will be of no concern
And I will be released
With thy grace to soar into
Eternity
Reflection
The music echoes unaware
Of the conflict within my heart
I try and read the pages held
Between my hands but my mind
Allows no rest, the wind
Whispers outside the walls
I look for you, I look for
Peace, I wait for words and
Hear the ticking of
Time as it
Trickles
Away
From
Me
